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Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 129
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Chapter 127 Ethan's eyes widened, fixed unblinkingly on Irene, as if he couldn't trust what he was seeing.

As Claire's older brother, he had always sided with Vanessa, ignoring Claire's grievances and defenses, and even kicking her when she was down during her hardest times.

He was the key witness back then, the one who confidently declared in court that Claire was the murderer. Now, he felt the world spin around him, his legs turning to jelly, nearly causing him to collapse.

Vincent's face was a mix of shock and confusion. As a lawyer, he was supposed to seek the truth and uphold justice, yet he lost all sense of reason when it cto Vanessa, blindly defending her and even trying to persuade Claire to take the fall.

At that time, he couldn't fathom Vanessa, sweet and innocent Vanessa, being the culprit.

The Linwood family had all claimed Claire framed Vanessa, so Vincent had accepted their narrative.

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But now, for the first time, he realized that his staunch belief had been entirely wrong.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes darted nervously.

Claire observed their expressions with cold clarity.

She had thought seeing them devastated would bring satisfaction, but it didn't.

Her heart was heavy with bitterness.

Even if her nwas cleared, the bloody five years she endured couldn't be erased from her memory, the pain would follow her forever.

She despised them, loathed them, and hated them deeply.

If there was going to be suffering, they should suffer alongside her. No one should be able to escape unscathed. Claire turned to Irene again, "Irene, tell them, was it Vanessa who pushed you down the stairs back then?" The question seemed to suck the air out of the room as Ethan, Vincent, and Brian all held their breath. Suddenly, they didn't want to know the answer.

If confirmed, their entire belief system would crumble.

Facing the truth would be terrifying, a reality they were unprepared to confront.

Ethan abruptly interrupted, "Claire, Irene just woke up, she's still weak. Let her rest. I'll take you home." He reached out to pull Claire along, but she deftly avoided his grasp.

Vincent attempted to lighten the mood with a forced smile, unable to meet Claire's eyes, "Claire, your brother is right. We're disturbing Mr. Cole's sister with all this commotion. Let's talk about this later, okay?" Claire's expression was icy, "Afraid? Afraid of the truth? Or afraid that the pure, kind soul you cherish is actually a complete monster? Are you afraid of admitting that you've been played for fools?" 66 11 ແ 11 Both men clenched their jaws, lacking the courage to lecture Claire any further.

Their eyes, when they looked at her, were filled with a cautious plea.

Ha! Claire let out a mocking laugh and then turned her gaze to Brian.

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Her eyes were piercing, and even without words, Brian understood her meaning.

**Brian, don't you want to know who the real culprit is?** Brian's face turned ashen, his eyes filled with conflict and pain.

On one hand, he dreaded hearing the answer he couldn't accept, afraid to confront the unforgivable mistakes of the past five years; on the other, as Irene's brother, he desperately wanted to know the truth and seek justice for her. These two conflicting emotions clashed fiercely within him, leaving him in a state of turmoil.

Seeing his hesitation, Claire found it laughably pathetic.

He had always claimed that her five years in prison couldn't atone for the e cragainst Irene. She had believed he would do anything for his sister, yet at the brink of truth, he hesitated.

Just to protect Vanessa, he was willing to let his own sister suffer? Brian, you're just as disappointing as the rest.

Claire took a step back, aligning herself with Irene, forming a united front.

"Irene!" she declared with firm You do wat resolve, "Tell them, was it Vanessa who pushed you down the stairs and left you comatose?"